“Ashes of Unreasoned Wars”

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

“Ashes of Unreasoned Wars”

Sanjay Singh

“Ashes of Unreasoned Wars”

You left without a word,

yet I still wait by the door of silence.

Each knock of the wind feels like your return,

each passing shadow—your forgotten promise.

Love, like rain, does not ask the desert

why it is barren,

it simply falls,

hoping the cracked earth remembers tenderness.

Still, my hands remain empty,

cupped only with the dust of longing,

and my heart whispers,

perhaps tomorrow… perhaps tomorrow.

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This heart has become a desert

where silence sharpens its thorns.

Breath dries within me,

every sigh a grain of sand

slipping into the hollow of despair.

You do not recognize me—

your eyes are blind lamps

burning with their own smoke.

I am dying in this suffocation,

slowly erased,

like footsteps in a storm.

And when I am gone,

your voice will chase echoes,

but love will not answer twice.

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Once, I would have crossed oceans of fire

just to hear you call my name.

Now, I am the stillness after a storm,

a shore that no longer waits for the tide.

Call me as much as you want—

your words will fall

like pebbles into an endless well,

vanishing without sound.

Love is not a beggar at your gates.

It is a flame that dies with dignity.

I have carried its ashes,

and scattered them in the wind.

Do not seek me again.

This silence is my only answer.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh